It embraces a scheme for national service and a
reasonable imperialism. It has a sane programme, and that is more than
any Government which has been in office since the war has had."
Mr. Horlock rose to his feet.
"Tallente," he pronounced, "you are a traitor to your class and to your
country."
He struck the bell viciously. His visitor turned away with a faint
smile.
"Don't annoy me," he begged, "or I may some day have to send you to the
House of Lords!"
CHAPTER XI
Tallente, obeying an urgent telephone message, made his way to
Claridge's and sent his card up to his wife. Her maid came down and
invited him to her suite, an invitation which he promptly declined. In
about a quarter of an hour she descended to the lounge, dressed for the
street. She showed no signs of confusion or nervousness at his visit.
She was hard and cold and fair, with a fraudulent smile upon her lips,
dressed to perfection, her maid hovering in the background with a
Pekinese under one arm and a jewel case in her other hand.
"Thank goodness," she said, as she fluttered into a chair by his side,
"that you hate scenes even more than I do! You have the air of a man
who has found out no end of disagreeable things!"
"You are observant," he answered drily.
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